I followed Lucas out of the bedroom, my eyes catching on the living room walls, covered in ancient-style paintings.
Some were spread out on the floor or rolled up in stacks, and plenty of them featured me. I couldn't help asking about it, but Lucas just shook his head and led me to another room.
He pushed open the door, revealing a collection of dresses hanging inside. I reached out, running my fingers over them, recognizing the Belvarian styles instantly. They were exact replicas of the gowns I'd worn back then.
Frowning, I asked, "Did you have these made?"
Lucas leaned against the wall, shaking his head again. "Not just the dresses. Every painting out there—I drew them myself, stroke by stroke."
My emotions tangled—obsessed didn't even begin to cover what Lucas was doing. Then he pi
